Chords for Sarah Hester - Savage Daughter (Lyrics)
Tempo:
64.55 bpm
Chords used:
Am
F
Dm
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs back cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut [B] my hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her Romans in the colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who [G] runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will [Dm] not cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the [G] one who runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower my [Am] [F] voice.
[G]
[Em] [Am] [F] [Dm]
[E] [Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, [N] the ones who run back cursing [C] sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not [B] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are [Am] our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run back cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's [F] savage daughters, the ones [G] who run back cursing sharp stones.
[Am] We are our mother's savage daughters, [Dm] we will not cut our hair, we will not lower [Am] our voice.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut [B] my hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her Romans in the colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who [G] runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will [Dm] not cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the [G] one who runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower my [Am] [F] voice.
[G]
[Em] [Am] [F] [Dm]
[E] [Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, [N] the ones who run back cursing [C] sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not [B] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are [Am] our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run back cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's [F] savage daughters, the ones [G] who run back cursing sharp stones.
[Am] We are our mother's savage daughters, [Dm] we will not cut our hair, we will not lower [Am] our voice.
Key:
Am
F
Dm
G
Em
Am
F
Dm
_ _ _ _ I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs back cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut [B] my hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her Romans in the colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who [G] runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will [Dm] not cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the [G] one who runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower my [Am] _ _ [F] voice.
[G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[E] _ [Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, [N] the ones who run back cursing [C] sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not [B] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are [Am] our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run back cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's [F] savage daughters, the ones [G] who run back cursing sharp stones.
[Am] We are our mother's savage daughters, [Dm] we will not cut our hair, we will not lower [Am] our voice. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut [B] my hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her Romans in the colors of stones,
in the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who [G] runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will [Dm] not cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon,
and watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the [G] one who runs back cursing [Em] sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower my [Am] _ _ [F] voice.
[G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[E] _ [Am] We are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, [N] the ones who run back cursing [C] sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not [B] cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are [Am] our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run back cursing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's [F] savage daughters, the ones [G] who run back cursing sharp stones.
[Am] We are our mother's savage daughters, [Dm] we will not cut our hair, we will not lower [Am] our voice. _
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